Wednesday, March 30, 2005

The Mississippi State-Stanford game was a late one, beginning at 9:45 eastern, so we didn't get back to the hotel until close to one.

We slept late on Saturday morning and then headed south to visit the Hendersons in Florence, SC. There were no games at Charlotte on Saturday.

Carol Henderson's cousin Julia from Oregon was a house guest. Also visiting for the day were her mother Mrs. Smith and her son Brian, daughter-in-law Jamie, and grandchild Katie.

Katie loves to play with her Barbie dolls. Those dolls have rick and sometimes turbulent lives.

On the way back to Charlotte, we stopped at a shopping mall that had a sports discount store. Nothing was over $7. The only thing Mississippi State we found were sweatshirts so we bought one each.

On a Thursday, about two weeks ago, I left Anne's house in Nashville, and drove to Charlotte, NC. I was very proud of myself that I drove through Charlotte without any problem, thanks to Mapquest. I was meeting my nephew Jay there for the first and second rounds of the NCAA Men's basketball tournament.

Jay bought tickets two months ago, not knowing who the teams there would be. Sunday night we were on the phone to each other watching the selection show when the last Charlotte team came up........Mississippi State.

I was surprised to find Jay not yet at the Motel 6 as we had been in touch by cell phone and I thought he was ahead of me. He finally did show up, after having gotten lost.

Jay picked the Motel 6 since we didn't intend to spend any time there except sleeping.

Thursday night we ordered pizza and watched games on TV

Friday there were four games in two sessions. University of North Carolina versus Oakland and Minnesota versus Iowa State in the first and Duke versus Delaware State and Stanford versus Mississippi State.

Both Duke and North Carolina were number one seeds. North Carolina is awesome, whereas I was surprised at how weak Duke looked.

Mississippi State beat Stanford in the late game. Jay and I spent a lot of time puzzling over the Stanford cheer team. First the mascot was a grafitti tree, not very well made. They had a dance squad of six girls, who danced, not very well and not together. Then there were four more people in workout gear that just jumped up and down.

Jay finally concluded that we are too dumb to understand what it is all about. Those Stanford people are too smart for us.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

When I recounted Emma's ramblings in a previous post, I had not meant to be bragging about her, although she is smart. Julia was impressed because she had once been in a workshop with some fellow employees where she was unable to convince her co-workers that there is no air on the moon.

Adam and I were talking yesterday about something and the moon came up. I told him that Aunt Julia knew some people who did not know that the moon has no air.

Adam: They must not have very good teachers.

Me: No, they are grown-ups.

Adam, stunned: That is impossible.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Marty Sparrow invited me to go down to Starkville for the basketball game today. Charlie is out of town, in Arizona, on business so I was able to use his ticket.

At first, I intended to go down Friday, see the baseball game Friday afternoon, spend the night, and go to the basketball game today. However, I got up Friday morning with runny eyes and nose. I cancelled that portion because I didn't think sitting in the cold stands at Dudy Noble with the wind blowing would be a good idea.

Today I feel fine so I am wondering if maybe it was some kind of allergy. I left this morning around 7, stopping in Tupelo for a whi at Books-A-Million. I tend to forget time in bookstores but I caught myself in time to get down to Starkville and meet Marty at the president's room at the coliseum for the Tip-Off Club lunch and talk.

The food was good but I didn't eat much because so many people came over to say hello. This happened at the game also. It was a big ego boost to me. It was so nice to see these dear people who remember me, miss me, were glad to see me, and wanted to catch up on my life.

I saw Anne's old high school buddy Bert Martin. Who ever would have guessed that he would eventually be a high school teacher and father of five.

The coliseum was full of people wearing white at the coach's request. There is a new scoreboard, one of those four-sided ones that hang in the middle of the court, and shows the action like the Jumbotrons. Or maybe it is a Jumbotron. It is a little hypnotic. I noticed a couple of times that I was watching the scoreboard rather than the live action. (More evidence, anecdotal, I know, that our brains make some kind of connection to that screen. We, or, at least I, are (am) addicted to the TV.)

When we played Alabama there, they won something like 93-47. An awful, awful game. There were hard feelings engendered, too, because, when the deficit was up to 40 points,the Alabama coach his first team in for almost 9 minutes.

To get to the end, unfortunately, we lost by 5 points. It was an exciting game. The coliseum is so loud that one time I even put my hands over my ears, but most of the time I contributed to the Decibel level. For that, I am now hoarse.

Today was Senior Day. Six seniors were honored. Laurence Roberts, the all-American, had a special guest there, his aunt Robin Roberts, the ABC and ESPN sportscaster.

It was a good day. It was especially good to spend time with Marty. She and Charlie are becoming grandparents this summer for the first and second time as both their daughter Jenny and daughter-in-law Missy are expecting.

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